Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 410
I glanced at his hardening cock and grinned at him. "I'm ready for you.
Santillian scooted over as Brasher mounted me, his short, fat cock spearing hard into my greasy depths. Gods, it was the fattest cock I ever had. It almost hurt as he spread me open, a delicious ache that revved my engine. Brasher started fucking me faster, his mouth finding my dark nipples and sucking hard on them.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I writhed beneath Brasher. He ravished me like a hungry beast, pounding hard at my cunt. "Oh, shit! Yes, yes, yes!" My cunt clamped hard on his cock as a third orgasm exploded through me. My head lolled to the side as I writhed in pleasure, and saw Santillian polishing his hard pole.
I had to feel that inside me again. I told Brasher to roll over and I rode him, his hands squeezing my breasts. I looked over at Santillian, and reached behind me, spreading my asscheeks, and gave him a suggestive smile.
"Fucking puta," he excitedly muttered as he moved around the bed.
He smacked my ass and I squealed in delight. He spread my cheeks, the tip of his cock sliding about my crack as he struggled to shove it up my ass. His dick found my tight hole; he pushed, "Oh god!" I moaned, relaxing my ass as he slowly invaded me. I was so full, both my holes stuffed with cock. Santillian pulled back and shoved again, building a slow rhythm as he fucked me.
The pleasure spurred my hips into moving, riding up and down on Brasher's dick and finding a rhythm with Santilliar's thrusts. I moaned as the cocks reamed my holes. Electricity rippled through me as both shafts pistoned in and out of me. It was so amazing! Two dicks sawed inside me, rubbing my sensitive flesh and driving me wild with passion.
"You are one fuckin', wild putal" Santillian hissed, gathering a handful of hair and pulling my head back. "You're not going to be able to walk tomorrow after we're done fucking you!"
"Oh, yes!" I screamed. "Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your dicks!
I shoved my ass back, burying his cock deep inside me, then I slammed my cunt down on Brasher's fat dick. Brasher sucked at my tits again, his teeth painfully nipping my nubs. I was going to burst inside. I could feel it. My passion grew and grew, swelling up until I couldn't think anymore. All I could do was pant and let these two men fuck me hard.
To use me for their pleasure like the slut I am!
"Take it putal Take it!" Santillian hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair, sending sharp pain through me, and adding fuel to my growing fire. He buried inside me and erupted, painting my bowels with his cum.
"Yes!" I howled as my passion burst and intense pleasure roared through me.
My vision blackened; I collapsed on Brasher's muscular chest. Santillian's cock popped out of my ass, and Brasher kept thrusting his dick up into my cunt. I was too weak, too lost to the pleasure, to do anything as Brasher flipped me onto my back. He let out a loud grunt, then pounded away at my pussy.
"Whore!" Brasher gasped every time he bottomed out in me, his degrading words fanning the flames of my orgasms to burn hotter. "Whore! Whore! Fucking Whore!"
I am a whore! Their whore! My pussy kept cumming, squeezing his thick shaft as he pumped it in and out of me. His face contorted in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, and then his cum flooded my pussy. He stayed in me, breathing hard, staring down at me. I reached up and stroked his muscled arm, smiling at him.
That was great, baby." I purred.
With a grunt he pulled out of me and went to find his pants. I sat up on my elbows, a dull, pleasant ache in my well-fucked pussy and admired his muscular body as he dressed. Santillian lounged naked on a chair, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he slept. Sleep sounded great, but my stomach rumbled, so I reached for the phone to order some room service for dinner.
There was a knock at the door. "Ma'am, they need you back at city hall."
Dread filled me on the entire drive back to City Hall.
"We've had a hundred and three men walk in complaining of sores and rashes, sore throat, fever, sudden hair loss, and muscle ache," Dr. Simpson explained on the conference call as I sat in the Mayor's office my office in City Hall. "Once admitted, we're seeing their conditions rapidly deteriorate into paralysis and blindness, before they suffer cardiac arrest and die."
I looked at my advisers: Nate Kirkpatrick, the city's head of HR who quickly had become my right-hand man; the six male city council members the others council members were women, and I ordered them interned and Lieutenant-Colonel Maxey, commanding officer of 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment. They all looked as horrified as I felt at the news, even Colonel Maxey. Gods! In a day, a hundred men dead or dying of some disease. A chill spread through me. This was Lilith's plague. But Fiona said it wasn't ready yet. Did she lie, or did Lilith hold back information from her?
No, that doesn't matter now. I need to deal with this plague. That's what's important.
"It's a very unusual disease," Dr. Simpson continued. He was the Chief of Medicine at the University of Washington's Medical Clinic. "So far, only men have fallen ill. Every hour more and more keep showing up. And not just at my hospital."
"We need to quarantine the city," I commanded, amazed at how firm my voice was-I felt like a mass of jello inside. But I led Seattle. I needed to remain calm and in control. Master and Mistress trusted me with this important task, and there was no way I would fail them!
"It may be too late for that," Dr. Simpson responded. "While the hospitals in Seattle are getting the most admittance, hospitals in the greater Puget Sound region are receiving similar cases."
Lilith The Abyss
I watched the chaos of the hospital's ER from the Shadows. It was crammed full of sick men. Their pitiful moans were sweet music; I savored every, agonizing moment. The first man died just an hour ago. I watched his final, gasping breath as the doctors struggled to keep him alive.
He wouldn't be the last.
Wormwood burned like a wildfire, spreading through the world. The first cases were already overwhelming the hospitals in Seattle and the surrounding communities.
Mark would be too distracted as the disease broke out across America, across the Earth. In a few days, the chaos would be so great my daughters will have no trouble retaking my demesne.
I floated up, surveying Seattle. It would be mine again!
To be continued....
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